10.08pm.

Just 2 more hours. Not really sure why I'm so revved up for my own birthday even though it's going to be just another walk in the park at school. I guess it's just the thought of knowing it's a day that's actually special just for me (and a whole lot of other individuals lucky to be born on the same day as me!)

My eyes carelessly drift away and my vision blend into blur of colours, a sign of desperate rest and still I persist here. I really want to stay up all the way till midnight tonight so I can be the first to remember it's my birthday (but hopefully not the last).

But so many things cloud the innocence and clout the sane. A distant calling beckoning to its side, the hunger cry of sleep, the lone wolf which nobody ever wants to face but ends up encountering all the same. A gentle wisp of the solemn gust, the tickle of a monsoon season, a drought of rain, a storm of sunshine--these are the weather-like emotions that stem from the heart of the sleeping soul.

It makes no sense, because it doesn't. And it doesn't have to.

A free man is a free man no less, even if he bounded by reality.

And tomorrow, I'll be a more matured person and more free to rise.

Rise until I realize this cage isn't that huge to rise up against. It's best to stay down.

To stay low.